(She would, too! KATIE STOLE BRADLEY'S CAMERA FOR PI PURPOSES.)
"This isn't homework," Colin replies, "It's a letter to your Mum."
DAJKFDA;FJD;KAF;LEA I DIED.
For about thirty seconds, Bradley is delighted beyond mere words. He has a rather intense desire to text everyone he's ever known with the message, "MY BOYFRIEND WRITES LETTERS TO MY MUM. I BET YOUR BOYFRIEND DOESN'T WRITE LETTERS TO YOUR MUM" but then a stray thought manages to break through his happy bubble.
"I don't think ponies can read," Bradley says rather miserably.
Colin gives him a confused look. "...I know. But she seems to like my voice, so. Thought it might be nice to read something about you to her instead of having an extremely one-sided conversation about the joys of vegetables."
"Oh."
"Wait," Colin says, smirking, "Did you think I was going to give it to her to read?"
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"This isn't homework," Colin replies, "It's a letter to your Mum."
DAJKFDA;FJD;KAF;LEA I DIED.
For about thirty seconds, Bradley is delighted beyond mere words. He has a rather intense desire to text everyone he's ever known with the message, "MY BOYFRIEND WRITES LETTERS TO MY MUM. I BET YOUR BOYFRIEND DOESN'T WRITE LETTERS TO YOUR MUM" but then a stray thought manages to break through his happy bubble.
"I don't think ponies can read," Bradley says rather miserably.
Colin gives him a confused look. "...I know. But she seems to like my voice, so. Thought it might be nice to read something about you to her instead of having an extremely one-sided conversation about the joys of vegetables."
"Oh."
"Wait," Colin says, smirking, "Did you think I was going to give it to her to read?"